The Artist

You say you don’t know how you feel

How admirable your resolve

Ambiguity adds to your appeal

Infatuation without getting involved

Their pretty faces individually believe

Your heart belongs to only she

With smiles and flowers you deceive

Playing selfish games with insecurity

Without romancing me, you charmed me

In innocence, I believed in lies

Tender touching an illusion of intimacy

Just part of your fabricated disguise

Sensitivity rehearsed to perfection

Exposed feelings met with disregard

Oblivious you dish out rejection

Once- used, hearts you casually discard

A child’s eyes would see a prince

But a woman’s heart, while scarred, is smarter

Borrowed wealth building castles in the wind

Broken hearts are what you barter

But to false freedom you’re enslaved

In time, truth seeks to avenge a man

Separated from a love you’ve craved

Decaying walls built by your own hand

Insolence led you to be negligent

Her integrity threatens your charade

Overlooking her cunning was your detriment

Her wisdom, recompense for trust betrayed

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